Thirteen breaths, each one is enough to make the anchor world tremble.
When the thirteen breaths gathered together, the anchor world began to collapse.
However, it is obvious that this is not the first time that the thirteen witches have faced such a thing. They have experienced several similar battles, and this situation will occur every time.
Therefore, there is already a solution.
The one in the middle of the thirteen witches and the one beside them raised their hands at the same time.
Suddenly, the anchor world stabilized.
The shadows of time are intertwined.
The undercurrent of fate is turbulent.
After the two met, they both calmed down.
Moreover, it is more solid.
Time, destiny!
Goethe stared at the two people, and he could clearly feel their control over 'time' and 'destiny'.
That is beyond him.
Even though he had been preparing for a long time, he was still a little behind.
"The terrible witch."
Skiffins Steinbeck sighed repeatedly, but a smile called excitement appeared on his pale face. He glanced at the thirteen people one by one, and then took a deep breath.
"I have met your Majesty."
"It's such an honor to meet you all."
With that said, Skeffins Steinbeck bowed.
The expressions of the thirteen witches whose faces were shrouded in light could not be clearly seen at all. Only the smallest witch could be seen speaking in a very rude tone.
"Steinbeck, that family of betrayers?"
"And the smell of that guy's blood!"
"really……"
"It's like cockroaches that you can't kill completely."
While saying these words, this man's eyes kept glancing back and forth between Goethe and Steinbeck.
Goethe's face did not change.
Steinbeck was even more smiling.
he said softly.
"The Steinbecks have never been allies, and they have never been traitors."
This is what he explained again.
Different from the previous statement when facing the 'lady' and 'angler'.
This time, it's emphasis.
With unprecedented determination.
"Haha, it's so funny."
"But is it necessary to explain?"
"Death will come as promised, and your body and soul will be destroyed."
"Total destruction!"
It was the smallest witch who spoke.
The remaining twelve witches seemed to disdain to speak.
And why did they all appear?
It is due caution.
After all, we are facing that descendant.
"Death? Destruction?"
"It doesn't have to be us."
Skiffins Steinbeck retorted, while Goethe on the side was counting his time.
"He's pretty good."
"And you?"
"Vulnerable!"
The slender witch sneered, and then her voice doubled in volume and she continued to speak.
"and--"
"There are thirteen of us!"
"There are only two of you!"
"Even if that guy is pretty good, how long can he support us all?"
"One second?"
"Or two seconds?"
After saying that, the smallest witch started laughing.
It's not like a lady's reserved laughter.
More like a rude and disrespectful man.
The voice is high-pitched and rough.
Skiffins Steinbeck smiled, his smile was very bright.
"2vs13?"
"No!"
"It's 3vs13!"
As soon as Skifens Steinbeck finished speaking, somewhere in the anchor world trembled slightly.
There is——
Levin Islands!
Rumor has it that the Levon Islands preserve the final path of the [Warrior]!
Beneath the layers of ruins.
The bronze coffin shook.
Every vibration makes the Levin Islands shake together.
The witches felt this vibration, and the face of the witch standing in the middle shivered with light.
"Stop him!"
The voice is urgent.
The remaining witches will take action.
But, it's too late.
The bronze coffin is consistent with the earthquake in the Leven Islands.
The withered bones in the coffin raised their palms and pushed open the coffin lid.
Broken armor.
The greatsword of decay.
Pale body.
The burning fire of the soul.
A silent roar followed.
"I'm back!"
It carries a declaration and is like an oath.
Withered Bones just took one step and appeared on the battlefield.
Infinite hatred boils with the fire of the soul.
Boundless anger burned with the roar of filial piety.
In the end, everything turned into murderous intent.
"Modeus!"
A voice mixed with a sigh appeared among the witches. This was one of the core ones. She slowly walked out of the witches, dispersing the light on her face, revealing a face full of charm.
.
This face may not be the most beautiful.
But it is the most interesting.
Like running water, it moistens things silently.
"Can you give up?"
"Everything started because of me."
"I would trade one life for another."
The witch spoke softly.
But after hearing such words, Modeus exploded.
He growled filial piety.
"Put your tricks away!"
"I won't be fooled again!"
He shouted while pointing at the witch opposite.
Their identities were revealed one by one——
Start from the middle, then go from left to right.
"The Witch of Fate, the Witch of Time, the Moth Witch, the Mother Witch, the Forge Witch, the Mirror Witch, the Fire Witch, the Wither Witch, the Wolf Witch, the White Witch, the Red Cup Witch, the Spider Witch, the Fountain
The witch."
"die!"
"I want you to die!"
Modeus, who was roaring, rushed towards the fourth ‘Mother Witch’.
That is, the witch who lifted the light.
But the mother witch remained unmoved.
It seems that he is waiting to die.
"Mother!"
The seventh, ninth, tenth, eleventh, twelfth and thirteenth witches all shouted loudly.
Especially the ninth-ranked witch, who is the smallest, shouted repeatedly.
"Mother, he is no longer his father at all!"
"He who was eroded by the shadow is just Modeus!"
"Kill him!"
At the last word, the seventh, ninth, tenth, eleventh, twelfth, and thirteenth witches stood in front of Modeus.
The Witch of Fire blooms with brilliance like the sun.
The White Witch froze everything around her, like another country.
The Red Cup Witch raised her hand slightly, and dots of light began to detach from Modeus's frame.
The Spider Witch drew her sword and rushed forward.
The Witch of the Fountain and the Witch of the Wolf walked to their mother's side and whispered comfort.
Goethe looked at this scene and recalled the diary of the 'Mad King' in his mind.
Obviously, the Mother Witch should be the one the Mad King loves most.
The Flame Witch, Wolf Witch, White Witch, Red Cup Witch, Spider Witch, and Spring Witch should be the children of the 'Mad King' and the other party. Similarly, they may also be the betrayal in the mouth of the 'Mad King'
who.
I just don’t know which one it is?
still……
All of them?
Moreover, from that few words, Goethe heard a hidden meaning.
These children of the ‘Mad King’ seem to only recognize ‘Zhao Jingjue’, not ‘Modeus’!
What happened?
Goethe guessed, but this did not prevent him from secretly giving a thumbs up to Skiffins Steinbeck. He didn't know how the other party did it, but it reduced the number of opponents by half.
It's really amazing.
Skeffins Steinbeck's face became paler.
He smiled at his brother.
"Witch of Wither, Witch of Mirror, Witch of Forge, there are some things I want to ask you."
Skeffins Steinbeck said.
But the three witches paid no attention to the heir to the Steinbeck family.
Just as the Wolf Witch said, to them, Skeffins Steinbeck was vulnerable.
But even in silence.
Some things will still happen.
A bloody chessboard appeared at the feet of the four people.
The three witches' faces flashed with light, which was the anger after being humiliated.
They were treated with such childish tricks.
But he didn't wait for them to speak.
The bloody chessboard becomes a door.
Gate of flesh and blood!
Not one!
yes……
Three fans!
Giant flesh-and-blood arms stretched out from the three flesh-and-blood doors and pulled the three witches in.
Yes!
Not catching!
It simply can't be done.
The same person, this is already the limit.
When Skiffins Steinbeck achieved this step, his left arm completely turned into dust.
"My dear brother, let me help you hold off the three of them."
"I tried my best."
After saying that, Skiffins Steinbeck rushed into the door of flesh and blood where the Mirror Witch was, together with the bloody chessboard.
Suddenly, there were only three people left in front of Goethe.
The Witch of Destiny.
The Witch of Time.
The Moth Witch.
“Much better than expected.”
Goethe smiled.
He originally thought that he would face everything alone.
Who knew that Skiffins Steinbeck had to share so much.
"Are you happy?"
The Witch of Fate asked.
A thread of fate came out of nowhere, trying to tie itself to Goethe, but it passed through Goethe's body and fell into the void.
"Um?"
The Witch of Fate was stunned.
She is in charge of destiny, but why can't she touch Goethe's destiny?
Not only can't you touch it, you can't even see it.
She looked at Goethe as if she were seeing herself.
Not only the Witch of Fate, but also the Witch of Time.
Nor could she find Goethe in time.
This is impossible!
But it really happened!
The Witch of Destiny and the Witch of Time suddenly became serious.
Destiny is stirring!
Time is messed up!
In front of Goethe's eyes, a pig that was supposed to be slaughtered became the trend of the times and successfully flew into the sky. Then, when the time changed, the pig flew back to the slaughterhouse and was divided into
Different parts have gone through grilling, cooking and frying.
Not once!
It’s just a moment, experienced a hundred times!
For that pig, it was really like a hundred reincarnations, all in hell!
Moreover, the thread of fate keeps trying to pull at him!
Let him admit that he is the pig!
Of course Goethe would not admit it.
The mud of the river of time.
The shadow of fate.
It was as if layers of armor were covering him, making him disappear into time and fate. It was as if he didn't exist at all at this moment.
But his eyes could still see him.
A strange feeling permeated the battlefield.
Everyone began to retreat further away involuntarily.
No one wants to experience the erosion of the river of time.
I don’t even want to experience the tricks of fate.
Even the witch herself.
The Moth Witch was like this. She retreated an unknown distance and looked at Modeus, who would be resurrected no matter how he died.
"The dance tonight is like a moth emerging from a cocoon, and like a resting heart."
The moth witch dances.
She will use her power of transformation to completely kill Modeus.
But a cat's paw waved, changing the direction of this force and passing by Modeus.
A girl of seven or eight years old appeared on the battlefield without knowing when she was holding a plump orange cat.
The moth witch was stunned.
He looked at the little girl and the fat orange cat with some confusion.
Remarkable power.
But not enough.
As soon as she raised her hand, she was ready to deal with such a troublemaker.
In every war, accidents happen, and it's not surprising that someone appears to disrupt the situation.
But then something suddenly happened in her heart.
She looked up suddenly.
A young lady appeared with a sea of scarlet blood.
This lady is tall and straight, with neat short hair, just stepping on the sea of blood.
And right under her feet, in the sea of blood, there were the wails of billions of dead souls, including humans, monsters, and even more inexplicable shapes. They were killed by her when she was on her way, without any intention.
Something with good intentions.
"Who are you?"
"install."
The former killer and policewoman, now the Scarlet Queen, said calmly. As she spoke, she glanced around.
When she sensed the familiar aura that was richer than ever before, her eyes filled with joy.
She found it.
She found her husband's world.
"Mom, is dad here?"
"Yes, yes."
Ann nodded.
"Are you looking for Modeus?"
The Moth Witch is purely an instinctive guess.
"Modeus?"
"What is that?"
The unintentional name made An feel offended, and coupled with the previous attack on her daughter, the Scarlet Queen waved her hand without hesitation.
Suddenly, a sea of blood surged into the sky.
Billions of dead souls howl.
Even the Moth Witch felt her scalp numb at this moment.
"Let me help you!"
shouted the wolf witch who had been staying by her mother's side.
She launched a charge and her body suddenly grew larger.
One moment he was as short as six or seven years old, and the next moment he turned into a giant wolf a thousand meters tall.
His hair is dark and metallic, his eyes are like flames, and his breath is like a dragon's breath.
The wolf witch went straight to Ann.
roar!
Tiger roars!
The giant white tiger formed by the light of the sword descended from the sky.
The white giant tiger's hair is fully visible, and it looks like a real thing, but its sharp aura makes people unable to believe that this is real.
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo Reading recently to catch up on books, change sources, and read aloud with many sounds, and it can be used on both Android and Apple.]
Because, every breath cuts a hole in the anchor world.
Tread, tap!
In the void, footsteps sounded.
The female swordsman came out of the air.
Behind her, on top of the huge world-like fortress, a tiny bloody crow cawed, and a crazy female doctor stood aside and shouted.
"Goethe! Goethe!"
Everyone looked at this scene with their eyes twitching.
What kind of madman could collide with the world with 'world'?
"Are you crazy?"
"Do you know what you are doing?"
The Witch of the Fountain, the mildest among the witches, rebuked loudly.
"I'm a madman, and I have a doctor's certificate!"
"Which doctor issued the certificate?"
"I drove it!"
"I'm that doctor!"
The female doctor laughed wildly, and the main gun of the World Fortress was pointed directly at the Witch of the Fountain, the muzzle of the gun flashing with light.
That is, charging!
The Witch of the Fountain suddenly felt her scalp numb.
"Madman! Madman!"
she shouted loudly.
The Mother Witch looked at the crazy female doctor and asked softly.
"can we talk?"
"Talk? Why? Why should I talk to you?"
"Well, we can also talk."
"Um?"
"You want to control me?"
The female doctor's speech was suddenly confused, but then she became indifferent, and she stared at the mother witch.
"No, I just want to talk..."
"Talk, okay, I want to talk to you too."
The Mother Witch smiled, but before she could finish her words, she was interrupted. It was not a female doctor, but someone from not far away——
The crystal wall of the Anchor World was once again breached.
A group of shining people walked out.
Seeing that brilliance, the Mother Witch's smile faded and she became serious.
"Foreign gods, you are not welcome here. Do you want to start a war by entering like this?"
"War?"
"Didn't you start the war a long time ago?"
"Who allowed you to attack my master!"
A bloody crow landed on the shoulder of the woman who spoke.
It was a lady wearing armor, with a beautiful face, but fierce eyes.
She glared at the Mother Witch.
"It was you who kept my master away from 11 Kimmel Street and away from my world."
"This is already war!"
"Now, as the master's maid, I have the right to respond to you——"
"Everyone, the divine war has begun!"
Maria shouted.
The followers behind him all responded.
The little maid who used to always have whimsical ideas when cooking, now with the armor on her body and the sharp sword in her hand carrying the majesty of a god-king, she suppressed the 'love' of the mother witch in an instant.
Majesty and kindness.
It's always corresponding.
Moreover, the subordinate god was restraining the mother witch with a life-threatening attitude.
Things are changing rapidly on the battlefield.
In an instant.
The witches who had the numerical advantage had no advantage at all.
The situation on the battlefield was completely at a disadvantage.
The Witch of Time raised her hand to eliminate this disadvantage, but her palm was grabbed by Goethe, and Goethe who was hiding in it appeared in front of the Witch of Time.
He punched him straight in the face.
Snap!
The light shattered.
The Witch of Time revealed her true face.
Clock!
There is no mouth or nose, and it looks like a clock made entirely of exposed gears. As the second hand moves, the voice appears.
"You finally showed up."
"Are they important to you?"
the Witch of Time asked.
"Um."
"I asked them to come."
"I'm worried that I can't beat you."
Goethe admitted honestly.
"Then do you think you can win if they come?"
"Well, look, didn't I catch you?"
Goethe nodded and asked.
The Witch of Time smiled.
"I caught you!"
The Witch of Time said this and began to deprive Goethe of his time.
But what she took away was just the mud of the river of time.
Goethe is like a channel, transporting the silt of the river of time out in an endless stream, spreading it up layer after layer, making the other person's time become nothing.
Confused the other party.
Then came confusion.
Finally there is a void.
The opponent is like a ball of mud, swallowed by hunger.
And at this moment, fate found Goethe.
Her face is that of an ordinary woman.
She looked at Goethe.
"You seem to be very familiar with us... no, it should be our power."
"It was you who was in the passage before!"
The Witch of Fate reacted instantly.
Then, he sighed.
"No wonder you are so familiar."
"So, do you understand the difference between us?"
"certainly."
"It's more than a little off."
Goethe was quite calm.
"Um."
"Admit defeat."
"I will give you some dignity, and they can all survive."
The Witch of Fate nodded.
Goethe laughed out loud.
"Admit defeat to you?"
"You are destiny!"
"Once I admit defeat to you here, I will really lose!"
Goethe shook his head repeatedly.
"But if you don't admit defeat, what's the difference?"
The Witch of Fate asked rhetorically.
The threads of fate were still avoided by Goethe, but these threads were woven into a net, a huge net that covered the sky and the sun, and tightly bound Goethe.
This network keeps tightening.
In the end, Goethe will be bound.
"Of course!"
Goethe said with a smile.
This time, he didn't hide anymore.
He allowed this big web filled with threads of fate to fall on him.
He accepts the constraints of fate.
The witch of fate smiled.
But immediately, his smile froze.
Goethe did not die under his fate, but his vitality became more and more vigorous.
this?!
The Witch of Fate is puzzled.
Yes, Goethe accepted the constraints of fate.
Because this is what he has experienced.
But he will never compromise with fate.
I won't even give in!
As a human being, he, Goethe, has the power to fight against fate!
Abandoned in an orphanage, he gritted his teeth and survived.
After being tricked into entering the club, he gritted his teeth and survived.
Even though he is retired, he is still dragged here, yet he still grits his teeth and lives on.
Every time he experienced danger, every time he faced injustice, he gritted his teeth.
He accumulates strength.
He wants to give fate a punch.
Now!
Finally got a chance!
The forces of hunger, laughter, greed, madness, murderous intent, evil, and compassion began to pour into Goethe's body.
In an instant, seventy-two revolutions.
No!
And Goethe himself!
It’s the power of eighty-one revolutions!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Goethe roared angrily and punched out.
This punch was filled with light and fire.
Illuminating the darkness brought by fate.
Burning the burden brought by fate.
"I qnmlgb!"
Bang!
A solid punch hit the witch of fate in the face.
The web of fate was shattered in an instant.
The Witch of Fate's head was smashed.
Various thoughts were conflicting in her mind. These were the thoughts that Goethe poured into his fists. There were simple evils encountered in the orphanage, and there were also simple good things.
These are all appetizers.
The real deal is the lunatics in the club.
Each of them is incomprehensible.
Even the Witch of Destiny cannot understand the behavior of these people.
No fear of life or death.
Laughing and laughing.
Have no fear of good or evil.
Hahahaha.
"Why? Why? Why?"
Faced with her own confusion, the Witch of Fate asked again and again.
"How do I know why?"
"Are you going to ask fate?"
Goethe asked rhetorically.
Then, there was another punch.
This punch shattered the body of the Fate Witch.
The witch of destiny begins to dissipate.
But there was no death.
The nearly endless power of fate began to pour into Goethe's body, and together with the power of spiraling time, Goethe defeated fate and won the crown cast by fate.
Time has become the brightest jewel in the crown.
Goethe had already anticipated this.
His eyes looked towards the battlefield.
On the battlefield at this moment, the balance of victory was tilting towards him.
And all he needs to do is.
Keep victory firmly in your hands.
At this moment, a dragon flew from the sky.
Colorful and really beautiful.
The dragon shouted and cried while flying.
"Goethe, Goethe, where are you?"
"Why is everyone missing?"
Yes, Sheila!
Sheila obtained "a treasure in a real sense" and became a unique existence.
Goethe looked through it a little through fate.
I couldn't help but sigh.
He dodged and appeared on Silla's head.
"ah!"
"Goethe!"
"I finally found you!"
"Goethe!"
Silla shouted loudly, tears streaming out of her eyes.
Every tear falling on the earth will create a lake.
In every lake, there is infinite vitality.
Of course, this is not the most important thing.
The most important thing is that the maid, policewoman, doctor, and swordsman saw Goethe.
Especially the little girl holding the fat orange cat tilted her head.
"dad?"
The sound of "Dad" scared Goethe so much that his heart skipped two beats.
However, Goethe, who had experienced real storms, remained calm.
"First solve the immediate problem, and then listen to my explanation."
Goethe showed a kind and sincere smile.
"Better explain clearly."
After the female swordsman chopped off the giant wolf's leg with one stroke, her voice was still as cold as Goethe's memory.
"If you don't explain it clearly, people will die."
The former policewoman and killer, now the Scarlet Queen, was smiling brightly, but the roar of the billions of creatures in the sea of blood made Goethe's back tighten, especially when he saw the Moth Witch being submerged.
Sweating.
"Goethe is Goethe, hahaha."
The female doctor's frantic fingers are about to touch the main cannon of the World Fortress.
With one shot, the world was reduced to ashes.
Goethe's palms also began to sweat.
"Maria believes in the master!"
"Master must have a reason!"
The sword of the goddess Maria pierced the body of the Mother Witch. After the blood spurted out, it stained the maid's body. Her smile unconsciously became terrifying.
You are the scariest one.
Goethe felt that his throat was starting to feel dry.
Silla also instinctively felt something was wrong.
"Goethe, why don't we run?"
Silla suggested.
Everyone heard this proposal.
The eyes of the female swordsman, the Scarlet Queen, the crazy female doctor, and the goddess maid instantly looked at Silla.
Immediately, Silla almost fell from the air.
Scary!
So scary!
Goethe applauded silently.
Well done Sheila!
Keep attracting firepower!
Just do it!
With this thought in his heart, Goethe was extremely serious.
"Please believe me!"
"Let's end this war!"
The cry of victory sounded at this moment.
When the morning light fell, the war came to an end.
The witches were all killed and wounded.
Modeus, who was resurrected from the dead, was once again lifeless.
However, they and he did not die.
Their souls are like the ‘source’ that keeps flashing.
His heart was filled with anger, hatred, unwilling to kill, and continued to beat.
Goethe raised his hand, and the bronze coffin of the Levin Islands became the best container to hold the heart. Chains locked it tightly one by one, and Goethe looked at the flashing 'source of matter'!
When feeling the heart of Modeus, these 'sources' shone even more dazzlingly.
"It's really annoying!"
Goethe raised his hand and struck.
The crown of destiny began to vibrate slightly.
The gem of time is emitting light.
A river composed entirely of fate and time began to flow endlessly.
They borrow fragments from the river of time.
They borrow the shadow of River of Destiny.
This is what Goethe experienced.
There are also things that Goethe had not experienced, but had heard of.
Piece after piece, pieced together.
Houses, streets, neighborhoods.
One after another.
Finally, an unimaginably huge city appeared in front of Goethe.
He put the 'Essence' of the thirteen witches into it, disturbing their hearts with the shadow of fate.
He gave the bronze coffin containing Modeus' heart to Ann, twisting his name with the silt of time.
"I hope you won't see each other again."
With these words, Goethe put this huge city into the river of time, allowing it to continue to grow and slowly emerge.
"They won't meet again?"
Silla didn't believe it.
"Not yet."
"But the future?"
"Definitely, I can feel the mutual attraction of the 'sources' in it. Even if I can stop it in the 13th life, I can't stop the 14th life - so, I took a little insurance."
Goethe smiled mysteriously.
However, he stopped laughing immediately.
The female swordsman, the Scarlet Queen, the crazy female doctor, and the goddess maid gathered around.
Should be faced.
It always needs to be faced.
Goethe took a deep breath.
He said this.
"Look, do I still have a chance?"
The female swordsman, the Scarlet Queen, the crazy female doctor, and the goddess maid were silent.
Silla scratched her head, a little confused about the situation.
But the next moment, all the girls were shocked.
Because Goethe is dead.
suicidal.
Really dead.
The shadow of death has never been so strong.
Everyone was so confused that they didn't know what to do.
"Why? Why?"
Maria murmured to herself, not knowing what to do.
The hand of the female swordsman holding the handle of the sword turned white.
She regretted it.
She should have given Goethe a chance.
The one who also regrets it is the Scarlet Queen.
She thought of Goethe, the lively Goethe.
Not the dead Goethe.
If Goethe is dead, what's the point of everything?
The crazy female doctor looked at Goethe's body and screamed unconsciously.
"Choose death?"
"That's great."
"As expected of my favorite Goethe, your choices are always so unexpected!"
The crazy female doctor said, taking out a button and preparing to die with Goethe.
Silla was stunned.
She climbed on Goethe and cried loudly.
"Goethe! Goethe!"
"Don't die! Please don't die!"
As Silla spoke, she poured water of life into Goethe's mouth, but it was of no use at all.
Goethe's death has not been reversed at all.
But just when everyone thought that this moment was the last, with the help of time coordinates, Goethe from twenty seconds ago came back, and the dead Goethe began to disappear.
Everyone was stunned, and Goethe was a little unsure.
Although I felt that there should be no problem, I couldn't help but ask again.
"Can you give me a chance?"
"I've already died once."
"If you die again, you will really die."
Everyone was silent.
Finally, it was the female swordsman who spoke first.
"Hit him!"
Immediately all the ladies gathered around and stepped on Goethe.
Among them, Sheila is also included.
She was very sad just now, thinking that Goethe was really dead.
So, step extra hard.
In the end, Goethe spent 137 years recovering from his injuries.
Of course, Goethe was not alone.
Because he has someone to accompany him.
Definitely not any one of the female swordsman, the scarlet queen, the crazy female doctor, or the goddess maid, beat Goethe, and everyone was in a calm mood.
However, the anger has not gone away.
Goethe will make up for it later.
Sheila was the easiest to coax, and she would come back with just a chicken drumstick.
Of course, Sheila is just like the husky and has not given up yet.
During the one hundred and thirty-seven years of recuperation, the most important companion was Skiffins Steinbeck.
As a patient.
"Stealing the path of the Mirror Witch, and then defeating the Wither Witch and the Forged Witch, it's really amazing."
Goethe admired.
"This is the 1952nd time you have said that I am amazing, but I still have to say it again. I used the Mirror Witch's 'replication' to copy the props on my body countless times, and defeated the casting
, most of the props are named Cast Witch.”
"As for the Withered Witch?"
"I was just giving her a taste of the Steinbeck family tradition."
Skeffins Steinbeck was sitting in a chair peeling nuts.
Wait until the skin is peeled.
Cut it in two, gave half to Goethe, and kept half for himself,
Goethe asked after taking a bite.
"I heard that you found the woman you love?"
"It's not that I love you, I'm optimistic about you."
"A very interesting woman."
"I want to give it a try - if you can, please keep it a secret from Silla. Although I have restored all my life span with the help of her water of life, she is too mouthy."
Skeffins Steinbeck said with a wry smile.
"Can."
"When you have your wedding banquet, I will eat it for a month."
Goethe stood up as he spoke.
The sun will set soon.
He has to go to the stall.
"Are you still going to sell a stall?"
Skeffins Steinbeck frowned.
He still doesn't understand what Goethe's hobby was.
Why sell kebabs?
"You don't understand!"
"This is life!"
“The retirement life I’ve always dreamed of!”
After Goethe smiled of course, he rode the little yellow cart to his shop.
The skewers in the freezer have been skewered long ago.
Wusu, the snowflakes are also frozen.
Peanuts and edamame are also ready.
It’s just that the crayfish needs to be cleaned again.
When it gets completely dark, the barbecue stall starts to serve customers.
One of the tables is very attractive.
Three people.
A fat man, a foodie, and a sick man.
Foodies and consumptive ghosts don’t know each other.
The fat man is a good friend of the two.
Naturally, it was also the fat man who invited me to treat him, and he talked while eating.
"I was just writing an article, and they kept saying that I was bloody and violent, and they kept asking me to change it. It was so annoying."
"Uh-huh."
The foodie immersed himself in eating and kept nodding.
The consumptive man wanted to take a sip of cold beer, but he picked it up and put it down again.
He doesn't have much time. If he drinks again, it will probably be even less.
This meal lasted until late at night.
After the fat man had eaten and drank enough, he felt dizzy and was called home by his wife to kneel on the washboard.
The foodies just licked their mouths and happily prepared to drink a bowl of mutton soup and eat it.
The sick man was left standing there in a daze.
At this time, Goethe came over.
"Anything else to add?"
"No, thank you."
The cash-strapped consumptive man waved his hands quickly, stood up and was about to leave.
He thinks this is because the boss is chasing people away.
"It's okay, it's okay, sit down."
"Here, I'll take this skewer."
Goethe placed a handful of meat skewers in front of the sick man.
The consumptive ghost did not move, but looked at Goethe warily.
"Don't look at me like that. I just want to find someone to eat with. It's too lonely to eat alone."
As Goethe spoke, he opened a bottle of beer, and then went to fry two more crayfish.
Thirteen spices and minced garlic.
Goethe said as he peeled the shrimp.
"Do you think it's weird for people nowadays? They can't even live a good life. They have to look for excitement and play.
What underground game."
The sick ghost remained silent.
Just listening to Goethe's chat.
Until he heard that the underground game could make money, the sick man's eyes lit up.
Start asking in detail.
This question lasted more than an hour.
When Goethe finished eating, he began to clean up, and the consumptive man who also ate a lot started to help.
"Thank you."
Goethe smiled and thanked him.
"I ate a lot of your skewers."
After the sick man put away the last stool, he turned around and prepared to leave.
"Hey, buddy, what's your name? Come back often."
Goethe shouted at his back.
The sickly ghost did not turn around, but left a clear silhouette of his back under the starry sky, and replied vaguely——
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